Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

See Grindelwald?

Now?

So suddenly!

The representatives of various countries didn't react for a moment, and they were all stunned in place, as if they hadn't heard Sebastian's words clearly.

They originally thought that Sebastian would hold a formal meeting with them first to discuss countermeasures, and even discuss some sensitive issues, at least exchange information first, and discuss action plans.

But who would have thought that this young president of the association would be so swift and decisive, without saying much, and directly take them to see Grindelwald?

Too direct!

This is not as simple as seeing someone casually!

That is Grindelwald—the first generation Dark Lord, a terrifying existence that once made the entire wizarding world tremble. Even now, this name is still enough to make many wizards shudder.

What's more, Grindelwald had just escaped from Nurmengard, and then launched a battle against the Death Eaters around the world. A few hours ago, he even had a fight with the mysterious man.

Although everyone is very anxious and wants to solve this trouble as soon as possible, and the election of Sebastian as president is also for this purpose, wouldn't it be too risky to go rashly at this time?

"President Swann, are you... sure?" Someone finally couldn't help but ask, with a bit of caution in his tone, "Go to see Grindelwald now? Don't you need to prepare more? Should we first transfer elite Aurors from various countries to form a coalition force?"

"The longer it drags on, the more chaotic the situation will be. We have no time to waste," Sebastian smiled faintly, his expression calm and composed, "No matter what Grindelwald wants to do, let's talk about it first. Don't worry, with me here, I can guarantee your safety."

Sebastian's attitude was extremely frank, without any fear or hesitation, as if going to see Grindelwald was just attending an ordinary meeting.

The representatives exchanged a complex look, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

This is the demeanor that a true strong person should have. This feeling of confidence is really reassuring.

With Sebastian's guarantee, the representatives put down their concerns and followed him to Nurmengard.

The nearby hills were bare, and you could still see traces of Fiendfyre burning if you looked closely, which was caused by Grindelwald's previous battle with the mysterious man.

As for Nurmengard, this once gloomy and cold wizarding prison has now been completely renewed.

The outer walls are no longer the lifeless gray-black, but have undergone a brand-new magical transformation.

The original towering and cold stone walls are now engraved with brand-new magic runes, with faint golden light flowing from time to time.

When the representatives approached, they could clearly feel the magical fluctuations in the air. It was an extremely delicate ancient magic, cleverly integrated with the original imprisonment magic, and its power had more than doubled.

Completely different from the oppressive prison atmosphere before, Nurmengard at this time was solemn and mysterious.

The gate was no longer the heavy iron gate of the past, but was replaced by a magnificent double-opening magic stone gate.

The door is engraved with exquisite relief patterns—on the left is a Thunderbird with its wings soaring, symbolizing foresight and wisdom; on the right is a circling dragon, symbolizing power and protection; directly above the door is the iconic pattern composed of three Deathly Hallows.

The most shocking thing is that the wings of the Thunderbird and the eyes of the dragon seem to be alive, faintly glowing with magic, as if watching the every move of the visitors.

When Sebastian led the representatives to the gate, the wings of the Thunderbird trembled slightly. Then, the entire door opened silently to both sides, without any dull noise, as if welcoming VIPs.

"Sure enough," the American representative glared at the Austrian representative and muttered bitterly, "Grindelwald must have escaped from prison long ago. Looking at the surrounding decorations, it doesn't look like it could be completed just after escaping from prison today."

The Austrian representative was just about to refute, but saw Sebastian raise his arm, so he could only swallow the words back into his stomach.

"There's no need to mention the past. Arguing about these things is meaningless. Relax and follow me. I already know where Grindelwald is."

Sebastian ordered, and took the lead to walk forward.

Entering the interior of Nurmengard, the original gloomy and humid corridor is now paved with smooth obsidian floor tiles, each brick carefully polished. Swann Alchemy's magic lamps are embedded in the walls, and the soft light洒落在四周, making the entire castle bright.

Regarding the Swann Alchemy products that are ubiquitous in the castle, the representatives of various countries didn't think much about it. After all, Swann Alchemy's products are popular all over the world. It is not surprising that Grindelwald used them to decorate his castle. They never thought that these things were actively provided by Sebastian.

Along the way, the representatives came to a magnificent reception room under the leadership of Sebastian.

Elegant magic lamps, exquisite magic tapestries, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with an unobstructed view of the magnificent canyon outside.

However, no one cared about these things, and all eyes were attracted by the figure in the center of the room—Gellert Grindelwald.

He was sitting upright on a dark velvet sofa, with a straight posture, peaceful expression, and quietly watching the magic TV screen floating in the air.

The screen was still playing the shocking reactions from all over the world to his sudden appearance, the chaotic situation of the magic departments of various countries, and the various worries about Grindelwald's strong return.

However, Grindelwald himself was indifferent to all of this, and even had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

If someone who didn't know him, judging from the picture at this moment, would probably really mistake him for an ordinary old man next door, an old man who spends his days leisurely by the fireplace, watching the news to pass the time, and not the first generation Dark Lord who once stirred up the situation in the entire wizarding world and made countless wizards terrified.

Grindelwald turned off the TV, turned his head slightly, glanced at the representatives of various countries with vigilant and complex emotions, and then looked straight at Sebastian.

Sebastian's expression was calm, but a faint smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Grindelwald captured this, and then showed a meaningful smile.

Without words, and without extra body movements, the moment their eyes met, their tacit understanding had been reached.

The actors are in place, the audience is in place, and the performance officially begins.